David Crandall Poet Rhyme

Spider on LSD

My name is experimental LSD,
and I'm on a psychedelic spree 
inside a spider's tiny brain,
operating him like a wrecking crane.
All eight legs have their own lever,
I pull this one, that one, or whichever. 
Dig these groovy spinnerets -
consciousness expanding jets.

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sara Etgen-Baker November 25, 2025 at 5:42 PM whoa....this is extraordinary. :-) David Crandall November 25, 2025 at 6:42 PM Thanks, Sara!

Kim Rodrigues November 25, 2025 at 3:39 PM My oh my! David Crandall November 25, 2025 at 6:41 PM :-))

CayCay Godwin November 24, 2025 at 6:49 PM Oh, we could sell tickets to tour your imagination. I enjoyed this! David Crandall November 25, 2025 at 6:41 PM haha, thanks, yup, somehow, when I was a kid a side a screwed-up spider web that was supposed woven by a spider that was high as a kite on acid, and that image stuck with me.